Looking around, seeing your face, touching the blurry surface of otherness gives me a sense of being with you. We are known. Holding hands contact, as we stroll past the graveyard, remembering the past and projecting the future is a significant part of living in this world. The relation and distinction of the two of us is a creational mystery and a redemptive marvel that surpasses understanding.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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2 comments:
Well that was lovely. A nice change from the often melancholy tune of these. Thanks!
Renea,
Thanks for your encouragement. I need to work on this one and try to improve it, but I hope it's a good start for a Rhythm that will be a little longer.
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